WHY I'M HERE.
It’s been a long time since I had someone in my life that I could reasonably refer to as a “boyfriend.” I’m not miserable being single. I’m not “on the hunt,” sizing up every man I meet for his dating potential, like some single women I know.
But I’d like a boyfriend. I miss that feeling of anticipation when the phone rings. I miss looking forward to weekends, when we’ll have more time to spend together. I miss intimacy, both mental and physical.
So, here I am.
WHAT I'M LIKE
Well, I like to go out and see things. Take long drives. Go to fine restaurants. Play pool in dive bars. Eat ice cream from roadside stands. Go to wine tastings. Gamble at the casino. Look at paintings at the art museum. Ride the roller-coaster at an amusement park. Jump on a sailboat. Take a train ride to the city and watch a play. Go to a concert. Browse a craft fair. Watch a ball-game at a sports bar or, better yet, a ball park. Sip a perfect martini. Dance the cha-cha. Sing karaoke.
Do I want to sit on the sofa and watch a video? I can do that on my own time. (This is not to say I wouldn’t enjoy staying in with someone, if a relationship progressed to that point. But not every night!) I do like entertaining at home. I love to cook, and I’m pretty good at it.
I write books. I used to do it full time, but I failed at making a living that way, so I’m back at work in an office, doing a job I’m overqualified for but find myself looking forward to each morning anyway.
I haven’t jumped out of an airplane, but I’d like to. Oh, the idea terrifies me. But I believe that I ought to try things that scare me.
I enjoy a cocktail, but I don’t drink every day. I had the good luck to dodge the addiction chromosome, so I don’t have any substance abuse problems and prefer that you don’t.
I don’t like riding on the back of motorcycles for long stretches. A tough thing to admit in an area where the world seems to revolve around the worship of the Harley Davidson motorcycle.
WHAT I LOOK LIKE
The blonde pictures are recent. I’m curvy. This is not code for “fat,” although like most women I know, I’d like to lose some weight. Which I probably will—I eat healthier than I used to, and I seem to weigh a pound or two less each month without actually dieting. Which is good, because I don’t like restricting what I eat. I’m tall, and I wear high heels anyway, ‘cause I like how they look. I’m not lying about my age.